Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Mason hisses, his fingers tangling into my hair.
Koda makes a low, deep growl with his throat, and I hear the sound of a condom wrapped being torn open. A few seconds later, his cock as it my entrance, pushing in just enough to let me feel the burn. It’s been a long time, and Koda’s big. Really big. He bucks his hips a little, pushing the head in, and I whimper around Mason’s cock. Tight stretching fills my lower body, and I know for a few minutes this is going to hurt.
In the best possible way.
“Fuck. You’re tight. How long has it been since you’ve had a cock inside you?” Koda murmurs, his voice low and husky.
I release Mason and whimper, “A while.”
“You ain’t goin’ to fuck her, Koda, I will, man,” Mason grinds out, body tight.
“Over my dead body,” Koda growls.
I put my mouth back on Mason after he gives me a gentle tug to my hair, and I try to focus on sucking him and bringing him pleasure, but when Koda slides inside me, for a moment I can’t move. My mouth parts slightly, Mason’s cock still in its depths, and I make a strangled, pleasured sound. Everyone goes silent for a few seconds as my body adjusts to the invasion.
After a bit, Koda pulls back slowly, and then thrusts back in again.
I moan, Mason growls, and Koda makes a hissing sound.
Then he starts bucking his hips, fucking me slowly, yet firmly. I moan and suck Mason, hand going up to stroke his shaft while I do. It’s hard to concentrate with my body exploding from the pleasure Koda is bringing me, mixed with exquisite pain that is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Mason’s fingers tug in my hair, and he starts moving my head to his liking, up and down, fast, deep.
I gag and moan, Koda fucks me harder now, balls slapping against my pussy, hands on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh.
I can’t take it.
I can’t take it for a second more.
I open my mouth and scream as an orgasm takes over my body once more. My knees shake, my body shakes, my moans radiate over Mason’s dick, but I can’t stop them. They just keep coming, like a tap has been turned on and nobody is game to turn it off. Over and over I moan, and scream, and tremble as Koda’s thrusts become more frantic, smashing my body so hard I jerk into Mason over and over.
I stop my moaning and wrap my lips firmly around him, letting him move my head as he wishes. His body is tight, he’s moaning deep and low, and Koda is rasping out a curse behind me. The moment is incredible, better than anything I could have ever imagined. Two men, writhing and growling in pleasure, because of me. Just Charlie. One girl.
Mason rasps out, “I’m going to come, fuck,” a few seconds before hot spurts of liquid fill my mouth. Shot after shot slides down my throat, and I take it all, swallowing until there isn’t a drop left.
Then Koda makes a husky, raspy sound, and slams his hips into me one last time. I can feel the pulsing of his cock as he comes, his body jerking just a little behind me, his hips doing random movements to milk himself clean. After a few seconds, his fingers ease on my hips and he pulls back; my body is suddenly very empty as he leaves me. I release Mason, too, but I put my head into his lap because my body doesn’t want to work.
It’s ruined.
In the best possible way.
I don’t think I’ll ever recover from that.
And hell, I don’t want to.
~*~*~*~
NOW - CHARLIE
I can’t sleep.
I lie in my bed for what seems like hours after the night with Koda and Mason. Thinking about it, my body heats. My core aching from the invasion of Koda. Everything feels alive, and I can’t wind down from it. I refuse to let feelings of guilt or shame invade my mind. What we did was on a whole different level. It felt incredible. Like for the first time I had something else to worry about in my life outside of my father.
Like I could focus on something else.
Something real.
I slide out of bed, wrapping my robe around myself. My body naked beneath the satin material. I pad quietly out of the room and glance over where Mason and Boston are sleeping. They’re both out. Mason on his back, shirtless, big hands up behind his head. Boston is on his stomach, arms up near his head, big back on display. Drool.
I glance at Koda’s door.
It’s closed.
I bite my lip and tip toe to the front door and creak it open, stepping outside and onto the dimly-lit patio. There is an old swinging chair sitting by the living room window, and I glance over at it, stopping when I see Koda, shirtless, wearing only a pair of boxers, sitting on it. He’s staring off into the distance, his body relaxed.